growing up is like what butterflies get from struggelling out of its cocoons

someone burst into our life

while someone leaves

we have no choice

but to adapt ourselves to the chaging world

nothing can keep forever

including love , friendship and even family

everything not always go in it normal way

growing up is just like a pain

which is beautiful and unforgotten

it is just like a scar on our heart

remaining us every step we go through

the happy one ,the sad one

adolesence is a brilliant sadness in our way to be maturity

the only thing we can do is to catch up the things in our hands now

the happiness is in our hands now